Gwendolyn and Foobie Hit the Beach – Cast – Closed to new auditions

by Laurie Weaver. This was written at our weekly writing group where we receive random prompts and need to come up with a story based on them – my prompts were: The Beach, a Magic Wand, a Bag Lady, and ‘You have writer’s block and a deadline Looms’

Audition Information

Project Status: Open
Gender: M or F
Artistic Direction: Foobie is raising a teenager, though this is fantasy – that feeling of exasperation mixed with love should show.

Audition Script:

“Gwendolyn, it’s time. Move yer bloomin’ ARSE!”

“Coming, Foobie, Coming…”

Gwendolyn quickly threw her sparkly mage robe over her forbidden bikini and packed handfuls of pixie dust oh so carefully over her one precious pinch of human beach sand.

Oh the joy of it! Endless waves crashing, volleyball, burgers sizzling, hot sun, heat, sweat, boys….

GWENDOLYN!

Foobie startled Gwendolyn right out of her fantasy by smacking her on the shoulder with his large, purple polka-dotted paw.

“Do you want the Grand Pixie to confiscate your wand again, hmmm?”

“Oh Foobie, you won’t tell the GP, will you?”

she batted her eyes meaningfully toward her great guardian beastie’s frowning face.

“Lord Love a duster, don’t try that over-sexed teenage bit on me. I’ve seen more hijinx come and go in my 5000 years of existence than you’ve ever dreamt of on that blasted beach of yorn! Now take yer wand and yer scrolls and go bless some needy human thrice before we’re both booted out past Saturn!”

Instructions:

  • Record your version of the audition script
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  • Fill out the audition submission form

All auditions will be considered until a voice actor is chosen and the status is marked as cast. I will also provide feedback if you are close, but I’d like to hear a tweak in direction.

Gwendolyn and Foobie Hit the Beach

“Gwendolyn, it’s time. Move yer bloomin’ ARSE!”

‘Coming, Foobie, Coming…”

Gwendolyn quickly threw her sparkly mage robe over her forbidden bikini and packed handfuls of pixie dust oh so carefully over her one precious pinch of human beach sand.

Oh the joy of it! Endless waves crashing, volleyball, burgers sizzling, hot sun, heat, sweat, boys….

GWENDOLYN!

Foobie startled Gwendolyn right out of her fantasy by smacking her on the shoulder with his large, purple polka-dotted paw.

“Do you want the Grand Pixie to confiscate your wand again, hmmm?”

“Oh Foobie, you won’t tell the GP, will you?”

She batted her eyes meaningfully toward her great guardian beastie’s frowning face.

“Lord Love a duster, don’t try that over-sexed teenage bit on me. I’ve seen more hijinks come and go in my 5000 years of existence than you’ve ever dreamt of on that blasted beach of yorn! Now take yer wand and yer scrolls and go bless some needy human thrice before we’re both booted out past Saturn!”

“Well, about that Foobie…”

“Gwendolyn…”

“Well…”
“What?”

“I haven’t actually…er…”

“What for the love of Juniper?”

“Er written my scrolls yet…”

“By the beard of BEEZWX What are you thinking? That was supposed to be done 2 eons ago!”

“I know Foobie, but…”

Gwendolyn’s gaze was pulled against her will to the shiny magic teleporter still set to Zuma Beach.

Foobie sighed, his frightenly fuzzy eyebrows slumping like wilted weeds as he closed his golden eyes.

“Oh my Fix and Fustian, we can not NOT bless a human today. And ALL you’ve done is beach dream.”

“Come now Gwendolyn,” as he spoke, Foobie pulled a golden quill from behind his ear. “Here’s our last emergency quill. You’ll just have to write what comes on the scroll and jump.”

But Foobie, you KNOW that never works like we would expect…

We have no choice! It’s quill time or pack yer parkas for Jupiter.

Gwendolyn gingerly took the quill and set it to her scroll. It wrote on its own, flashing magic runes of various hues – lights and stars sparkled and roiled while a large humming began vibrating violently from the teleporter.

Now Gwendolyn, Now! Throw yer dust and bless a human!

Gwendolyn reached in her bag and was suddenly knocked sideways by a whooshing, frantic wind emanating from the transporter. Cyclones swirled all of the furnishings in her chamber catty wampus – signs and wonders, times and corridors appeared in quick succession on the view screen.

Struggling with all of her might against the blowing wind she threw a pinch of dust into the magic teleporter.
Kaboom! Gwendolyn’s mage robe flew off then blew through the magic screen …then her wand… then Gwendolyn Herself.

“Foobie!….”

“Lord luv a duster” Foobie sighed and hopped after.

Foobie landed right on top of Gwendolyn in a pile up of fur and claws and many tails. Gasping for air, Gwendolyn felt dizzy and stars exploded right before her eyes and the sick feeling of transformation just as she thought…oh well at least we might see the beach again…

Hours later, a kindly person bent down and plunked a dollar into Gwendolyn’s cup.

“Poor thing,” the stranger thought as he watched the scruffy old bag lady mumbling to herself about unseen monsters and passing dirt she plucked from the city sidewalk from one hand to the other.

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